Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.